Funerals Procession - By Professor Dr. Saadat Saeed |
2- Funerals Procession
Mourners!
Funerals Procession never come back
From the windows of your big houses
how long your waiting eyes will keenly look
at the paths of sad streets
You only would decorate
the arches of your houses
with sketches of departed spirits
like candles gone out
The blue hanging lotus sunk in the eternity lake
cannot open their leaves in the vases of your memory.
The hearts separated once
cannot meet again.
What is life?
The wasted stuff of wounds
thrown in the filthy wash basin!
after cleansing and wrapped in cotton pieces.
Cover your head with scarves
your loving breasts are still live
Be careful
as glowing fire
under your naked feet
waits for gushing blood.
What is life?
A playhouse of superstitions!
Death has a drum in its hand to which
the souls dance.
Keep yourself inside the bed rooms of your houses
Who knows
when the corpse washers' eyes
look at your dead bodies
in the silence of pain.
What is life?
ash of humiliations
which is drained away
in the muck of none-being!
With admonition and respect.
From Kajli Bun (Elephant Jungle)
By Saadat Saeed, Pub. Sang-e-Meel,Lahore .